It wasn't raining. The sky was an odd gold color, one that didn't seem to belong in the usually azure skies of Nevis. There was an eerie silence, one that seemed to encompass everything, even Alex's usually sprinting thoughts. Where once there was joy, laughter, and love, there was quiet nothingness. Alex shifted his way through the ruins, searching for signs of life, for anyone that was alive, someone, someone, had to be alive. Choked cries forced their way from his throat as he spotted the first body. His neighbor, Pedro, who had always called him "Alejandro" who had given him the books that he so cherished and the small wooden bird he had carved himself. His best friend, Annie, who loved too much and received love in return, who threw her arms around him when he came out, who's favorite food was the cake that her mother made. His mind began an endless torrent of screaming and sobbing, indistinguishable from reality, he turned and saw a final body.
John.
Alex screamed, terrified and brok-
"ALEX!"
Alex was torn out of his dreams by the sound of his name being shouted into his face.
"John. John, you're alive, you're okay, please I don't want to lose anoth-" Alex rambled, cut off by a sob building in his throat that he reduced to a whimper.
"Baby, baby, shh, I'm here, it's okay, I'm here, look at me," John ordered, scanning Alex's tear-streaked face. "Are you alright?"
Alex began to nod but quickly changed his response. "No."
"What can I do?"
Alex began trembling. "Stay. I-I can't...not alone...John, I'm sorry, John stay please."
"Shh, darling I'm here, I'm staying."
And so John gathered Alex in his arms, whispering into his ear that it'll be okay, I'm right here as Alex calmed down, his dark hair tangled and his face pressed firmly to John's chest. John eased them down, never breaking contact with the shorter boy as they both fell asleep, Alex still shaking.
wAw
Alex was woken this time by a chaste kiss on the lips from John.
"G'morning," Alex yawned. "Why are you in my bed?"
John didn't laugh, only kissing Alex again. "I love you."
"I love you too. But why are you in my bed?"
John stared. "Do-do you not remember?"
Alex squinted in confusion, thinking, until the memories of last night dawned upon him. "I...had a nightmare."
"Yeah. And you scared me to death, Alex. What happened?"
Alex thought. "The-the hurricane. And…" he shuddered. "And you were...were dead, John."
John couldn't speak. "I-I'm sorry," he said finally. "I'm sorry, Alex."
"Don't."
"Alex-"
"John."
"Fine."
John seemed reluctant to drop the subject. Silence filled the room.
"Thank you for staying."
John started. Alex wasn't looking at him, rather looking at the wall opposite, his eyes darkened and haunted.
"Anytime, love."
Sorry for the short! Only one more chapter! Harry Potter - next!
Emf: Yeah he would. Not in this story though!
Fir3danc3r: Made him suffer ;)
